She moved through him as metaphor.
The simplicity of her simile evaded
him, and he was translated into
a language he could not speak.
With each word he heard her say,
he fell farther and farther away
much as disembodied laughter
echoes across the evening dusk.
She moved through him as metaphor,
a tsunami far out to sea, rolling
forever toward an unsuspecting shore.
She moved through him as metaphor,
leaving traces to confuse and twirl
his thoughts into a figurative whirl.
(February 10, 2016)
